Mother/Child Screams


How varied.

How separate.

Human screams,
Life's quiet,
sometimes boisterous Identity.

From Creation’s beginning,
screams heard,
screams swallowed,
screams thought of
but never exercised,
remain intrinsic to existence.

Yes

Vibrations set in motion
know no end.
Canyons of escape
become mere diversions from
nightmare-enhanced slumber,
where inner implosive wave lengths ,
that perpetual infant cry of why
simply disrupts dream's timbre
as we listen, but never expect to hear the end…

A child’s screaming,
A child’s weeping,
A parent’s pleading.

And we call our species sentient.